Ridley Hall Chapel “On Him: From Him: By Him.” Hail , glorious Head of all Thine own, Our equal cause of peace and power! Thou for our sins didst once atone, Thou art our life of life this hour. On Thee were our transgressions laid, On Thee the Law’s pure lightnings shed; The members’ debt of doom was paid By unknown sufferings of the Head. And now in toil, temptation, strife, Still from their Head’s exhaustless well The members draw new streams of life, The world, the flesh, the fiend to quell. Deep through the springs of mind and soul Thee the great Comforter inspires; Thy sovereign thoughts our thought control, Thy love our love divinely fires. To know, to do the Head’s commands – For this the Body lives and grows: All speed of feet and skill of hands For Thee is spent, and from Thee flows. Then, Lord, in strong communion still Oh, faster bind us to be free; Thou working out by us Thy will, We working out Thy will b...

This cup is the new covenant . Luke xxii.20 Before Thy Table, Lord, I kneel And clasp the cup of holy wine - The great New Covenant's royal seal, Authentic, visible, divine. Thy two-fold grant, it all is here, The death-bought peace, the cleansing power; Sure is Thy seal, my title clear; I claim the whole this blissful hour. H.C.G.M. Image: Thanks to Sarah Harford of Ridley Hall, Facebook Group - lovely shot!

Actually, some of these posts are just poetry - not hymns - but here we go. He that is joined unto the Lord . I Corinthians vi.17 Dear is Thy presence with Thy friends To faith's glad eyes reveal'd - Their sun when sorrow's night descends In battle's hour their shield. But oh, when inmost spirits faint, 'Tis life to clasp the Word That tells of Thee with every saint For ever one, dear Lord. Companions may converse and go; But what shall now divide Members and Head, above, below - The Bridegroom and the Bride? H.C.G.M.

Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD; for He shall pluck my feet out of the net . Psalm xxv.15. A voice, a call from glory, cries "Watch, Christian, watch, at eve, at morn, Lest open violence, or surprise, Defeat thy soul forlorn." My Saviour, Master, it is Thou! Thy voice awakes me to the strife! Yes, let me watch - each passing now, Each conscious pulse of life. Yet how can this unready will At once, at every point, repel The heart's own traitors, aided still By energies of hell? A sinner's watch against his sin I keep, with weary sighs, in vain; In vain on evil deep within This aching gaze I strain. But now a better hope is mine; Jesus, 'tis Thou, my life, my own; Bid through the Word Thy Spirit shine, And show Thyself alone. To see the glory of Thy Name, Eternal Son for sinners given; To embrace Thy cross for aye the same, Thy gift of peace, of heaven; To welcome Thy great light at length, Thy love unknown to trust, to know - This brings a tenderness, a stren...

The Ridley Hall Quad I will come in to him. Revelation iii.20 Come in, O come! The door stands open now; I knew Thy voice; Lord Jesus, it was Thou; The sun has set long since; the storms begin; 'Tis time for Thee, my Saviour; O come in! Come, even now. But think not here to find A lodging, Lord, and converse, to Thy mind: The lamp burns low; the hearth is chill and pale; Wet through the broken casement pours the gale. Alas, ill-order'd shews the dreary room; The household-stuff lies heap'd amidst the gloom; The table empty stands, the couch undress'd; Ah, what a welcome for the Eternal Guest! Yet welcome, and to-night; this doeful scene Is e'en itself my cause to hail Thee in; This dark confusion e'en at once demands Thine one bright presence, Lord, and ordering hands. I seek no more to alter things, or mend, Before the coming of so great a Friend: All were at best unseemly; and 't were ill Beyond all else to keep Thee waiting still. Then, as Thou art, ...

Entrance to Durham Castle Bishop H. C. G. Moule wrote some beautiful and very edifying hymns. Sadly, there are none in the 1940 Hymnal! I wish to share some of these gems with you, starting with the following. Yield yourselves . Romans 6:13 My glorious Victor, Prince divine, Clasp these surrender'd hands in Thine; At length my will is all Thine own, Glad vassal of a Saviour's throne. My Master, lead me to Thy door; Pierce this now willing ear once more: Thy bonds are freedom; let me stay With Thee, to toil, endure, obey. Yes, ear and hand, and thought and will, Use all in Thy dear slavery still! Self's weary liberties I cast Beneath Thy feet; there keep them fast. Tread them still down; and then, I know, These hands shall with Thy gifts o'erflow, And pierced ears shall hear the tone Which tells me Thou and I are one. Image: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Durham_Castle_Eingang.jpg